Aaman
Recognised
You
When
Pinks spider
Rocked me
It was you
In the souk Algiers
Alphabet City
Dschunge
Vortex
CBGB
you send them
The edge of my radar
Laughing
catch the scent
inhaling deeply
Lost in the moment
Perfecting affliction
My brother
Aaman
Aemon in demonology, is a Grand Marquis of Hell who governs 40 infernal legions, The 7th spirit Goetia. His favourite way torment humans, causing them to fall in love.
Gone-13.12.22
Why is it so fucking hard to love me
Don’t matter
I am gone
Been
Flying, fighting, laughing
So long
even mum thinks
I am gone
Fucked thought you
Were someone else
Someone
Gone
Love, I am
Gone
Gone: no longer present; departed. 2)exhilarated state, through music, drugs, or love 3) something very good or quite desirable (sic Kerouac)
I am gone
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I don’t know where
we’re going
It won’t be boring
don’t want to
own you
don’t want to
change your life
Not that kind
see it in your eyes
melancholy
taste it in your kiss
want to Take you
Underground
Away
from
neighbours with eyes like cameras
you’re not hurting him
I am not hurting her
play with me
lay with me
come down
hang around
found you
we’re
friends
We’re what we create
It’s us
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